Sergeant suburbia
Two years of army conscription had finished its work on John, and he was a frustrated angry man. A government job, a small suburban home miles away from work and an ex cop for his father. Lawn bowls champion, two pack a day smoker, ex-Cop, ex-Freemason steeped in ritual, and 120kg of prime alpha male. Les had little time for son and grandson. Especially as his son had never gotten to Vietnam. Only Malaysia. John’s parents had moved from the country to be closer to him. At least in proximity.
When Lyn and John were desperate for baby-sitting they would make Jim and his sister Bec stay there. A boring as batshit cream brick home in a street as a interesting as turd, it featured shag pile carpet, a big wooden TV pride of place and an art deco bar for his grandpa to
